Hi- low Red

Red…

Hi-low red…

I woke up wearing thunder,

Silver sparks beneath my skin,

Smiling like a summer sky

With hurricanes within.

My thoughts were spinning satellites,

Too close against the sun,

Burning bright for everybody…

Then falling one by one.

I danced across the ceiling,

Barefoot on the moon,

Felt invincible at midnight…

Collapsed by afternoon.

Nobody hears

The silence in the scream…

Nobody knows

How heavy bright can be…

I’m hi-low red…

A rose with rusted petals,

A match beside the bed.

I’m hi-low red…

Half alive in daylight,

Half buried in my head.

Like fire caught in water,

Like diamonds made of lead…

I’m beautiful,

I’m breaking…

I’m hi-low red.

Some days I taste like lightning,

Like champagne in my veins,

I build entire worlds

From chaos and from pain.

Then shadows pull like anchors,

Cold hands around my chest,

Turning all my symphonies

To static in my head.

The mirror shifts like ocean glass,

A stranger wearing me,

One girl dressed in golden light…

One begging just to breathe.

And every borrowed smile

Fades before the dawn…

I paint my hurt in crimson

So nobody moves on…

I’m hi-low red…

Not a curse, not a warning,

Just a war beneath my ribs.

I’m hi-low red…

Still dancing through the ashes,

Still fighting just to live.

Like fire learning water,

Like hope inside the dread…

I’m not just broken…

I’m becoming…

Hi…

Low…

Red…

Red…

Hi-low red…